Sound and Silence: Extras 5 - Getting High Edition
#16 of Sound and Silence
Friends getting high... at home.
The buddies get high, I guess.
Extra: Brownies
Reyson made his way into the apartment with a sigh. Walking to his room, he noticed a small plastic baggie with some brownie bites stuffed inside. He looked towards Clair's room, and noticed he wasn't there. Maybe he forgot to put it away before leaving for the club?
Eyeing the bag, Reyson's tummy growled a bit.
...The two pretty much shared everything in the house anyway, so surely Clair wouldn't mind if he had some. He opened the bag and popped a brownie into his mouth. It was quite tasty!... until he noticed a peculiar aftertaste, which lingered even after he swallowed. Slightly confused, he quickly downed a glass of water and dismissed the experience as he sat down on the couch to watch some videos.
Clair got back late, as usual. He opened the door to find Reyson splayed out on the carpet. In shock and concern, he rushed over to his side, trying to wake him up. Reyson slowly opened his eyes, which were glazed over and bloodshot.
"H-hey... Clair, good to-to see ya. You look all... colorful, huhuh~"
...Was he drunk? Clair looked around for some water, when he spotted the open bag of brownies.
O H. oh.... It all makes sense now.
...Looking closely at the bag, it looks like he only had one or two. That's good.
Clair looked back at Reyson, who was giggling to himself like a madman.
"...alright, let's get you in bed."
"kaaay~" With a Hup!, Clair hoisted a heavy wolf on his shoulders and carried him over to his room, plopping him on the bed. No sooner did he decide to take a quick breather did Reyson pull him onto the bed. Clair fell on all fours, body sitting directly over Reyson.
"Clair.. You're so hot." Reyson muttered with his best attempt to make a seductive face. Clair started shaking his head internally as Reyson put a hand to his chest and he trailed his nails along it, down to his abs.
"Man, you-you look so good, can ya show me what you do to the guys at the club?" Clair hated that a part of himself was enjoying this flirting as his pants grew tighter, but no-he had to shake off the horny!
"Ray, look at me. You aren't sober right now. Those brownies you ate had weed in them. I was supposed to take them with me when I went to the club today, but I forgot."
"Oh, that's what they were? So I'm like... high right now? wheee~" ... Yeah, Ray was pretty far gone.
"Yes-I'm sorry for not putting the drugs away, but right now you need-" Clair's little motherly speech was cut short by Reyson pulling him in with his arms. He tilted his muzzle towards the cat's ears and whispered in a low growl:
"Let me tell you about how much I want you~"
...Fuck! Why is Reyson being so sexy right now!? Clair cursed his good fortune as he struggled to free himself. Eventually getting himself out of the wolf's grip, Clair straddled him and pinned his arms down... before feeling a stiffness in the lupine's pants... Okay, wrong move, Clair. Shaking his head, he looked at Reyson sternly.
"Okay Ray. If you really want to, we can fuck. But I know you. You wouldn't want to have your first time to be while you're lost in the stone age. Do you understand?" Ray's clouded expression hung motionless while he looked at Clair while also looking at nothing in particular.
"...Are you sure this is what you want?"
After a moment, as if he regained a hint of clarity, a hint of consciousness returned to Reyson's eyes.
"I... no. Let's stop." Clair smiled warmly at him.
"Good." He got up off the wolf, who let him off the bed. "I'm going to let your work know that you're calling in sick, edibles last for a very long time, especially if you're not used to them. I'll also leave you some water. Just get some rest and uh... enjoy the high, okay?"
"O-okayyy~ Thanks babe, you're so thoughtful~~"
Reyson woke up the next day, in a bit of a daze. He was mostly sober, but there was still a lingering effect from the high that was clouding his mind. He was finding it difficult to process his thoughts normally. With some effort, he trudged over to Clair's room, where the cat was working on some music, as per the usual. The feline, sensing his presence, stopped what he was doing and turned to greet the still drowsy wolf.
"Hey there, sleepy-head. You feeling okay?"
"Y-yeah, sort of. Clair... Thanks for stopping me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"Oh, no problem, I even got some good recordings out of it!" Reyson tilted his head.
Clair pressed his finger to his temple and produced an orb. Focusing on it, the the sphere started to glow with greater intensity:
"Clair... You're so hot~" Reyson's voice pulsed out from the hovering ball.
"...A h ." Ray's ears flickered a bit pensively, as Clair's lips curled into a devilish grin.
"Hmm... I wonder how many days of chores I can get out of this?"
"Well, I meant everything that I said, so..."
"Exactly, if you want me to get rid of these recordings, you'll have to-wait, HUH!?"
This wasn't how the plan was supposed to go! Reyson was supposed to be like "noooo pleaseeee get rid of that damn thing, I'll do aaaaanything!", and then Clair would be like "nyeheheh, aaaaaaanything? OwO"... or something like that. Somehow, this nonchalant admission of truth by the wolf has left Clair in the position of being embarrassed.
"I mean... I usually keep it to myself, but you know I like you a lot. Being drugged just makes me shameless about it, I suppose."
"Wh-Why are you so calm about this!?" Reyson cocked his head.
"Why not? Wait... Did I... Did I make you flustered?"
...there was absolutely no way Clair was going to tell Reyson that he masturbated to the recording after he made it.
Extra: Nip Away the Stress
Reyson came home from the arcade at the usual time. To his surprise, Clair was at home and not out partying it up, as evidenced by the continued presence of his shoes on the shoe rack. Curious, he went and took a peek into his room. The cat was in his little sound bubble, scratching his head at his desk as various magical holographs spun and whirred around nearby, presumably synthesizers of some sort. He poked his head through the bubble to hear sounds of some club music. Clair, having perceived this intrusion, turned around with a rather exasperated expression on his face.
"Can you not? I'm kind of busy right now." He said with a sharp tone. Ray took a step back out of the barrier and clutched his left arm with his right hand apologetically. Clair, catching his extreme reaction, immediately softened his expression as he waved away his magicks, the music disappearing along with it. He heaved out a big sigh.
"Sorry, Ray-I'm just really stressed out right now. Yesterday, the club asked me to put on a performance in a few days, but it's in collaboration with a few big name artists. I've gotten in touch with them and I want to create a brand new composition that will accompany their music... I dunno, I guess I really want to do a good job and impress them, but I can't come up with anything right now-I'm really frustrated right now, I don't usually get artist's block this bad." Reyson gave him an understanding nod as he listened carefully.
"...Maybe you're psyching yourself out by putting extra pressure on yourself." The wolf advised. Clair gave a slow "hmm", contemplating the assessment.
"Yeah... You have a good point. It's just-These are big names-I've admired some of these artists for a really long time, and I really want to leave a good impression, or something like that..."
"I get it. You should just be yourself though. Your music is beautiful, Clair. They'll like whatever you have to offer." the feline looked down in dismay.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but still..." It was clear that Clair's fixation on putting on a great show for the upcoming performance at the club was weighing heavily on his mind. Reyson looked at the cat for a good while, pondering methods to either cheer him up or calm him down, then an idea struck him.
"...Do you want a belly rub?"
"..W-what?"
Reyson retreated to his room for a moment, and came back holding a clear pouch with what looked like some crunched up dried leaves. Clair immediately realized what Reyson was getting at as his face flushed bright red with embarrassment, his tail swishing back and forth in chaotic, violent motions.
"W-Who gave you that catnip!?... IT WAS CHRIS, WASN'T IT!?"
"...maybe."
It was a few days ago. Reyson had gone on one of his weekly trips with Clair to the club, and Clair happened to be putting on a performance for the club that day, so Ray was hanging out at the bar, sitting and listening with the cat's friends as he absentmindedly drank water.
Suddenly, Chris came up close to the wolf with a suspicious smile.
"So... I heard you tried some of Clair's brownies the other night." Reyson stared blankly back at Chris. He remembered exactly what he was talking about, though he hadn't expected the cat to share that story. He tried to hide his sudden embarrassment by looking away.
"Yeah, that was a time." He replied. Chris chuckled.
"Haha, trying to act all cool, huh? Well-doesn't matter. Ya want to get back at him?" Reyson cocked his head in confusion, looking back at Chris.
"Uh... Not really? And... It wasn't really his fault?"
"Aw, you're too precious for him-but you gotta live a little! Here, take this." Chris pushed a small satchel into Reyson's hands. "It's catnip. Even a little bit of this shit will make Clair dumb as a fly~. He'll be singing for ya in no time, if ya know what I mean. Put it in his food, or in his drink-he won't even notice. Once he's purrin', you can rub his belly and he'll make the cutest-and most embarrassing noises, at least from his point of view. I figure you'd like to see it though, heh."
Reyson stared at the little baggie that he was just handed for a few moments before pocketing it. Looking back at Chris, he nodded, though he didn't really have any intention of secretly drugging his friend...
Reyson continued.
"I was just thinking that it would help you relax."
"I don't need to relax right now! I need to come up with a song!" Clair's snippy reaction was more due to embarrassment than anything else, but regardless, Ray ignored his protests and continued.
"Well, it's just a suggestion. You don't have to if you don't want to."
Clair continued eyeing Reyson with suspicion over the betrayal of his secret being exposed, but then sighed with a small chuckle.
"Honestly, you're probably right that I need to loosen up a bit, but I don't know, being high is embarrassing..."
"You drink all the time though."
"That's different! I feel liberated and unrestricted when I'm drunk! When I'm high, It's relaxing but... I feel vulnerable." Reyson cocked his head in curiosity.
"Are you worried I'd do something to you?" Clair scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Well... sort of? No-I mean, I know you wouldn't do anything like that, but showing that part of myself... scares me, I guess..."
"You've seen me high."
"...Yeah... I have..." There was a brief moment of silence. Reyson spoke soon after.
"If you don't want to, it's okay. I was just thinking it might help." He turned to put the catnip away.
"W-Wait." The cat suddenly blurted out. The wolf turned around. Clair was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, his eyes darting between looking at Reyson and down at his hands.
"I... I can trust you. C-can you give me a b-buh-belly rub?" Clair was looking straight down now. He was clearly attempting to hide his completely flushed complexion from Reyson, though he probably wouldn't have been able to see much of it anyway behind his facial fur. His tail was swishing even more aggressively than before, occasionally swiping at his desk and shelves with clearly audible thumps. The wolf gave him a gentle smile in response.
"Yeah, sure."
Clair laid down on his bed, taking off his shirt. Reyson kneeled down, catnip in hand. Ray looked at the cat, as if waiting for instruction. Clair glanced around him awkwardly.
"Umm... ok.... So......... I guess I'll take the catnip myself." Reyson nodded, handing the bag to Clair. "Ummmmmmmmmmm....." Clair seemed to be trying very hard not to spontaneously combust. "....You'll be able to tell that I'm high because my eyes will probably glaze over and I'll start purring...aggressively. I probably won't be saying very much, but I'll be okay-it doesn't mean anything's wrong!..... You can start rubbing my belly then. If I like it..." Clair grumbled a bit, clearly not wanting to finish that sentence. "..mmmm... then I'll meow in approval. If I don't, my feet will probably twitch... and sometimes kick, so make sure you don't get yourself scratched or smacked, okay?" Reyson nodded again, unassumingly.
"Okay... Here goes... And, I swear to god, I know I recorded you that one time, but if you tell anyone about this, I will kill you, you got that!?" The cat sat up and looked at Ray pleadingly. The wolf just smiled. Clair sighed, almost regretting having agreed to this as he reached into the bag and pulled out a small handful of the drug. Though they didn't really have an effect just from touching it, his face felt like it was burning just from the anticipation of what was to come-what he was about to show Ray. He took a deep breath, then put the nip up to his nose with his fist clenched around it, taking a sharp whiff of it while making sure the leaves didn't fly into his nose and choke him. He then popped the handful of nip into his mouth and swallowed it nearly all at once before laying down, looking up at Ray shyly.
"Ray.. you can straddle me if you want." The wolf nodded obediently and sat up on top of the cat, being careful to not to put all of his weight down on him. He could already see that the effects of the drug were starting to take effect, as Clair's eyes were already starting to gloss over and droop.
"Ray... You're shoo warmmmmmuhhnn~" Clair's speech suddenly started slurring as his speech devolved into murmurs. Even just from sitting gently on him and resting his hand on his stomach, Reyson could feel the subtle vibrations from the cat's gentle and docile purring.
Ray started gently caressing the fur on Clair's stomach. The cat took good care of his body, and his fur was exquisitely soft to show for it. There was a gentle sensation as Reyson's paws trailed along the silky smooth fur coating the cat's belly.
"Mrr.. mrooowww~ rrrrr~" Clair yelped with a delighted meow as his body gently arched into Ray's hands, directing them to the part of the stomach he wanted massaged. The wolf silently complied as he used his large hands to fully knead up and down Clair's front half, relieving the tension build up in that part of his body. The lithe cat leaned into his touch, fully yearning for the intimate sensations running through his body. His lidded eyes pointed at Ray's figure, his hazy vision gleaming with affection for the handsome wolf. Ray took a note of Clair's loving gaze, leaning in to give him a kiss as he ran his paw along the back of his head, stroking his headfur and gently rubbing behind the ears.
The ears seemed to be a good sensitive spot for the kitten, as the stroking elicited more happy meows from a very not sober Clair. His voice had raised to a high, somewhat feminine pitch, and his frame was postured in such a way to match his increased sensitivity. Ray smiled warmly, happy to help his friend feel better in a tangible way and to be able to please him. He gave Clair's shoulders a gentle squeeze, pressing out any knots of tension therein before going back to rubbing his belly, quietly and carefully coaxing more gleeful noises from his friend and lover.
"MrrrrRRraay... I lhhuv you... Hold mrrhhhaaand"
Clair, in his stupor, muttered out those words to Reyson as he extended a now slightly glowing paw weakly, pressing it against the wolf's chest. The wolf felt a cacophony of sounds pulse from his hands and ring through his body, sounding like random noise at first, but slowly coalescing into a gentle melody. It had an upbeat rhythm and bassline that could lull one into a trance like state, but the music itself was mellow and subdued.
Carefully taking the cat's glowing paw with his own, Reyson found that the melody ringing from the hand began to blossom into a more intense sound, while still retaining its relaxed undercurrent. Letting the music calm him down, Reyson continued rubbing Clair with his free hand, gauging his reactions not only with his yelps and moans of bliss, but also with the swings and shifts of the music as he clutched the glowing paw.
After about 15 more minutes of this, the high began to subside, and Clair slowly began coming back to his senses, much calmer than he was before. He looked again at Reyson, with sober eyes, but still with the lingering sense of trust and comfort. The wolf was now absentmindedly massaging Clair with his paws clenched, his knuckles gently massaging the cat's chest.
Clair suddenly pulled Ray in for a big hug, reaching out his arms to grab Reyson by the neck and pull him in close.
"Thank you, Ray." He said gently, with an endearing smile on his face. Reyson's muzzle curled into a faint grin himself. They held each other like that for a while before both falling asleep.
When they eventually woke up, Reyson told Clair about the music he was emitting while high, and Clair found some inspiration from it and eventually came up with a very soothing, yet warm and vibrant trance beat that he played for the club's performance a few days later. As always, his music was a huge hit, and some of the other artists took note of the relaxing and heartwarming vibes from the music and asked for his inspiration. The coy kitten winked at them and cited Clear Rays as his muse.
As it turns out, Clair also now occasionally purrs and meows at Reyson now when he wants something-usually pets, sometimes snacks. While Reyson was never one to refuse before, he almost fell over himself to please the feline whenever the requests came with cat noises.